Tweets for Posterity 32.

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to all those who RT’d and favorited, my thanks – though I see you and appreciate it, I fear spamming… and blowing my own trumpet.

To each of you ~ I would show you honor ~ it is, your due.

Every time I tell my wife I enjoy spam, she looks at me in disbelief before exclaiming “It’s disgusting!” No spam, dare I consume, or share.

Age’s reward is the memories it grants, its cost… regrets, for opportunities lost.

long, hard weekend, but our bathroom renovations are finally nearing an end. Who knows, I might still have functioning knees when I’m done.

I know the most intelligent, compassionate, understanding and beautiful person in my world. My children, numbered four, are these, and more.

Words do bridge the gap between my muse and me – though long since lost, he is forever vibrant in my heart, his words ring clear, and true.

The strangest thing happened tonight, my wife presented me with a gift… a can of spam. Weird indeed, since she hasn’t been online.

Were wisdom no more than aged quotes rehashed, books would be our wisest elders.

The most terrible thing about true injustice, is silence.